Air in Nairobi was thick with smog. Strong acid smell of working men filled his nostrils. There were dozen on them around a manhole. Two were looking into the darkness while others chatted and laughed under the burning flames of sun.
He carefully walked around the men and tumbled into two feet deep pothole.
This is Africa, he thought hazily and could not scream, when greedy hands tore his pocket around, took what they found and vanished.